A/N: Hi guys. Also I guess bye guys. Last chapter…!

Disclaimer: Thank you for not suing me for copy write infringement.

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"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Malik's head snapped to the side, and he caught the end motion of Lynx swinging into the room through the broken window.

"Just let me handle—"

Azure Magicmancer cut him off. "Do you mean Ryou Bakura, who goes to Domino High School?"

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There was a strong, absorbing silence in the room, until Bakura was slammed into the same cubicle Malik and Azure Magicmancer had just been wrestling on.

"Wolf Bite! Wait!" Azure yelled. She climbed to her feet and went to break up the fight between her companion and Lynx.

"They're gonna help Sorce," she said to him, her hand squeezing his arm reassuringly. He calmed down considerably and pulled away from Lynx, though his dark eyes were narrowed behind his metal mask.

Malik didn't pay too much attention to the two of them, instead focusing on his boyfriend, who had turned fully to face him. His lip was raised in anger, in an almost doglike snarl.

It took a lot for Malik to tear his eyes from Bakura's form, instead pinning his gaze on Azure. "It doesn't matter who they are. What matters is that you grant that wish, and I'll grant yours. Sorcery Chance will be off the hook and you guys can go about your business."

Azure Magicmancer's eyes were hopeful behind her navy blue mask, but her lips puckered with distaste. She probably didn't want to trust the villains again, but Malik knew her choices were extremely limited.

"Fine. I'll work on it."

Giving up on the conversation, Lynx darted out the window, and Malik watched his form jump from rooftop to rooftop, how he always did to get around the city quickly.

"I don't want you to work on it. I want results. I'll have my half taken care of by the end of tomorrow."

Fast Fist exited the building, feeling the eyes of the superheroes on his back.

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By the time he'd pinned Lynx down, his white-haired boyfriend had taken to sulking in a park on the outskirts of town, still in his costume.

From above, Malik could see that Bakura was laying on his back on bench, his eyes closed.

Before his feet even touched the ground, Bakura spoke:

"I can't believe you're willing to toss everything we've accomplished together aside."

"I'm not tossing anything anywhere. I'm fixing this—all of this. The sneaking around, the lying, the pain all this is causing Ryou and you and me." Malik kneeled next to Bakura, resting his hand on his partner's stomach. "I'm so done with this, Bakura."

When the white-haired teen remained silent, Malik continued.

"We can't keep living like this. I…" He let his hand find Bakura's, and he gripped it tightly, begging for his partner to understand. "I like you. A lot. And I want us to work out."

Bakura breathed, so quietly, biting his bottom lip hard. "I want this world that Domino is becoming. We rule it. We own it."

"Barely anyone even knows it was us who set the warehouse on fire and outed Chance."

Bakura was silent, because he knew Malik was right, and he was most certainly not the type to admit it.

"If they know this was our doing and that we set their little worlds into this chaotic spiral to hell, then it's our city. Let's tell them what we did while we can get something out of it."

When his companion still refused to speak, the tanned teen offered one more thing.

"It's time for stage four, Lynx."

Bakura sat up and took Malik's other hand. His signature grin reflected the moonlight. "Oh? And what's stage four?"

The Egyptian leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend on the lips, slowly and more gently than he'd ever imagined a kiss could be.

"It's bliss."

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-Epilogue-

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The very last day of Malik's senior year found him in the campus courtyard, where the seniors had gathered to take pictures, sign yearbooks and say goodbye; because everyone knew that unless they went to college together, they'd probably never see each other again.

At least, that was true for most.

Malik looked to his side, where his white-haired boyfriend stood.

"Do you want to brave the crowds to try and get out of here?"

Touzoku Bakura shook his head. "We're better off where we are, unless you want to make a statement and fly us out."

On his other side, Ryou chuckled. "No, let's wait, please. We're going to see a lot of these people in Domino Community College with us, and we don't need any more people figuring out your little secret."

"Speaking of," Bakura muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Malik to hear.

"Hey, guys," a girl named Anzu Mazaki approached them, holding a yearbook open to one of the blank pages in the back. "It's been a hell of a year. Care to sign?"

There was a passive-aggressive tension between her and her two friends—a tall, thin but muscular boy named Jonouchi and an obnoxiously small kid named Yugi, who was graduating a few years early—and Malik's little group, but they got along on campus grounds. That was mutual territory.

Anzu held up her book a little higher, and her large boobs bounced, lively as ever. Her azure eyes shimmered like a trembling pot of fairy magic, lighting up with her friendly smile. However, anyone who knew the situation would notice her cheery expression falter just a tad when she spoke."Please? It would mean a ton. I'll sign yours."

Malik hadn't thought to have anyone sign his at all, but he figured if it was going to be anyone, it should have been Yugi and his posse. He tugged the book out of his backpack and swapped with Anzu. She squealed obnoxiously, and immediately jotted down a quick note.

Malik was brief with his as well, and when they exchanged back, he saw they'd written the same thing. He smiled just a tad, but furrowed his brows to make it look like a smirk.

"Happy now? Beat it, Mazaki," he said, shooing her away with a wave of his hand.

She laughed, as if he were joking and took Jonouchi's hand. The two had begun dating just after Touzoku Bakura—Ryou's strikingly similar brother who had been studying back home in England—transferred to Domino High. Just after the heroes had received a television broadcasted apology from the police and public for falling for the heinous crimes committed by Lynx and Fast Fist, who were now the most wanted criminals in all of Domino and its surrounding area.

As the three friends walked back into the buzzing crowd of graduating seniors, Jonouchi and Anzu hand-in-hand, Malik looked down at the busty girl's note one more time.

"Thank you. - A.M."

"Look at how she initialed it," Bakura noted aloud, rolling his eyes. "Could she be more obvious? Heroes, I swear to god."

Ryou giggled, stepping in front of his friend and brother. "At least she thanked him. Besides, those are her real initials, too."

Bakura shrugged, averting his eyes from his carbon copy. There were small differences between them, Malik had noticed. Bakura was a half inch or so taller, and he brushed his hair a lot less. His eyes were always narrowed in that endearing way, and the color was still tinted red—just as they had been when the two white-haired boys shared a body.

"Yeah, they are, but we all know what she—"

"Am I giving you losers a ride home or what?"

As soon as he'd heard Mariku's voice, Bakura rounded on Malik's twin, looking like he was ready to punch him in the mouth. His face flushed with frustration.

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you not to interrupt me, Mrs. Frankenstein?"

"I don't know, but apparently you haven't done it enough." Mariku laughed loudly, grabbing the attention of some surrounding seniors.

Eyes on Mariku, Ryou was blushing fiercely, and Malik had noticed a lot lately that it was painfully obvious the fragile teen had developed a crush on his twin brother. Bakura had noticed, too, and the two had taken bets on whether or not they hooked up within the month, which was rather likely since the four had moved in together a few weeks after the twins' birthday.

Bakura glared at Mariku, and sometimes Malik wondered if he'd wake up one day and they would have killed each other. At least they'd die happy. He shrugged off the thought and said, "Yes, Mariku. We'll ride home with you. Ryou calls shotgun with you, though."

Ryou gasped in surprise and turned to Malik. Malik winked in return, pretending the look in those big coffee eyes didn't bring back painful memories.

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Ryou gasped, shocked and disgusted.

Tears ran from his eyes, the tears Malik had imagined since day one of lying to him.

"You knew all along?" He yelled, uncaring of the neighbors in his apartment complex. Bakura had been asked to stay out of the conversation, but Malik had a feeling he could hear it from the other room, snug in his new body.

"Not all along, just for a while." He was ashamed. Ryou had a right to be disgusted.

The white-haired Brit's loud wailing ripped Malik apart—sure, they weren't dating, but they were still friends. He was the only friend Ryou had been open with, the only person by his side and Malik had lied for weeks and months and what felt like it could have been years, rolling in filthy words and a second life.

"I'm sorry, Ryou. I'm so sorry."

Ryou's eyes were glossy with tears, but inside them, behind the pain, there was forgiveness from a genuinely nice person. Malik saw in his eyes the sweet kid that had stood up for himself against that villain so many months before, before Malik had intervened. The kid who came to his house and complimented Ishizu's awful cooking. Called him crying in the middle of the night.

"I don't care. I don't care," he whispered, calming down a bit. "I don't care if you're sorry or what you did. It's over, Malik. I know what happened and why. It can't torture me anymore."

"Its name is Bakura."

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They'd come a long way, the four of them.

Malik shook himself from his memory, because the crowds of graduates were clearing and they could finally get off campus and pile into Mariku's double cab truck.

On the way home, Mariku took a different route than the one that led to their apartment.

"Ishizu wants us for dinner," he explained with what could only be described as the complete opposite of jubilation.

"Goody," recited Malik and Bakura at the same time, as if practiced. The former smirked, amused, and Bakura rolled his eyes at the coincidence.

Mariku signed huffily, and Ryou spoke. "She tries to cook. It's not so bad…"

"Yeah, well Odion's burns are healed up now, so maybe he'll convince her to let him go out and pick up Chinese," Mariku added.

Ryou huffed. "Don't say that. It would hurt her feelings to hear it. Remember, Riku, if you can't say anything nice—"

"…Then blurt out whatever comes to your mind!" Inappropriate as ever, Malik's twin laughed aloud at his own joke.

In the back seat, with Bakura by his side, Malik felt something deep. Seeing how his twin and his best friend joked around, knowing he was on good terms with his family, his boyfriend. Knowing he was successful at what he loved—being a villain—it was a fullness that threatened to burst his chest open, to force out tears of joy. He felt whole, for the first time in his life. He felt like a whole person, a new Malik.

And this new Malik was hungry as fuck.

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A/N: Annnd there's our outro.

I'm going to go cry in a hole now. I want to write this story forever. Wahhhh. It's been two years since I published this, only shy about a month. This is a big deal. I can't. This is such a thing in my life, now I need to start another story…

Oh, and I know I said I would post the summart for that Deathshipping story in this chapter, but I'm actually thinking I might just try and think of a better idea to write out. Something more unique than what I was planning, and definitely more Death, because the other one was going to have a lot of Thiefshipping as well. I really want to write some Death, though…

Maybe a sequel to this story? Idk. We'll see, I guess…!